Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

But this boldness is admirable.

After all, not everyone dares to expose the truth.

The principle of shooting the first bird with a gun has been regarded as a survival treasure by people for a long time.

With admiration in his eyes, Smoking Gun said: "One named Qi Liang, this guy did not hesitate to reveal his real identity name in order to expose this matter. The mid-level postman didn't stop him, and smashed the steward's head off with one punch."

"It's him!"

A strange color flashed across Zhao Ke's eyes.

The postmen of the Holy Light Department are a very powerful faction second only to the Time and Space Department.

Grow up with unlimited potential.

It may be weaker at the elementary level, but once it reaches the intermediate level and its ability is further improved, its strength is indeed extraordinary.

But surprised at the same time.

Zhao Ke thought about it again, and a smile could not help but rise from the corner of his mouth.

That's right, it was this guy who dared to take such a big risk and take the lead in provoking such a big commotion.

"I really want to see how far this guy has grown."

When I think of that immature face and unyielding eyes, it is full of kindness and justice that make me feel tired.

Zhao Ke couldn't help sticking out his tongue, half-closed his eyes, and couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation in his eyes.

"I'm really looking forward to seeing you next time!"

Chapter 811

Big Smoke Rod and his team simply recover, there are experts who are good at healing in the team.

However, the ability is quite complicated, he can not only know the holy light technique, but also the healing technique of the natural system. Although the ability is not systematic, it is a rare professional auxiliary postman.

Smoking Gun poured a bottle of recovery potion into his mouth.

He was also miserable, because his slave mark was accidentally exposed, and he was besieged by a group of red-eyed postmen.

If it wasn't for him being a thief, he would immediately lead people to the abandoned place if he sensed something was wrong.

However, even though Smoking Gun was strong and detected it in time, he faced the siege of two teams of mid-level postmen.

He also almost surrendered half his life.

After they rested for a while, the big smoking gun asked one of them to go out quietly to inquire about the situation outside.

"No need to go, this storm will probably not be over for a while." Zhao Ke sat behind Big Smoker and patted Big Smoker on the shoulder.

He took out another white jade cigarette rod from his hand and put it in his hand.

Pinch a pinch of shredded tobacco with your fingers and take a deep puff.

"Believe it or not, after smashing the pharmacy, the riot has just begun."

Smoking Gun turned his head and looked up at Ke Ke who was sitting behind him: "What do you mean? Why are they not finished?"

Perhaps it was because of being marked as a slave by the red granny, Smoking Gun subconsciously regarded the ghost market as a part of himself, and after listening to Zhao Ke's words, he felt a little uncomfortable.

Zhao Ke didn't argue with Big Smoking Gun, half-closed his eyes, and let Smoking Gun let people go outside to investigate.

Thinking of the initiator of this incident, Zhao Ke sneered in his heart: "This kid is really as stupid as ever!"

Perhaps in the eyes of the smoker and others, Qi Liang's courage is extraordinary, but Zhao Ke's thinking is different from theirs.

As for whether your thoughts are right or not, the result will naturally come after a while.

One of the culprits himself, staying here at this time, sitting on the Diaoyutai, watching the dragon and the tiger fight, let alone, there is something else.

Thinking of this, Zhao Ke couldn't help but took two mouthfuls of shredded tobacco in his hand, sat quietly and waited.

Although the Big Smoker and his group are all servants of the ghost market, they are servants of the Red Smoke House, so they are naturally not comparable to the servants of your general pharmacy.

Among them, there are naturally masters who are good at concealment.

A lean man, nicknamed Ghost in the Shadow.

After hiding his figure, he quickly walked through the rusty gate and escaped into the ghost city.

It took about a stick of incense.

I saw this guy running back from the outside with blood on his face.

"How about it?"

Seeing the blood on his face and several wounds on his body, Smoking Gun couldn't help frowning and asked.

However, Gui Zhongying ignored Big Smoking Gun's inquiry, but first poured himself a bottle of recovery potion, and at the same time asked his companion to bless him with the Holy Light technique immediately.

After being expelled by the holy light technique along with a jet of jet-black cursing energy, only to see Ghost Zhongying's darkened complexion improved a lot for a while.

He opened his eyes, looked around in shock, and said in a low voice, "These people are crazy."

It turned out that at this moment, within the ghost market, just as Zhao Ke expected, it was completely chaotic.

Those rioting postmen all went crazy.

Now it is not only pharmacies that are involved, but also stores such as catering, exotic goods, and props have also been smashed.

Even worse, someone started hunting down other postmen.

You know, under the punishment of the ghost market, once you are killed by other postmen, you can draw an extra stamp from the other party.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and it is inevitable that someone will start to move their minds.

"I saw with my own eyes that a postman who had just entered the ghost market from the outside world was stabbed through the heart with an iron gun before he could figure out what was going on. Damn these people, they should all be damned."

Gui Zhongying couldn't help cursing as he talked about what he saw outside.

Standing aside, Zhao Ke heard the result, as expected, a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but he quickly hid the smile.

The development of this matter is actually not difficult to predict.

Once these postmen are red-eyed, how can they care about who is innocent?Who is the culprit?

There were rules to restrain these wild wolves before.